The following post is from Gareth Russell, author of the comic novel Popular and blogger extraordinaire at Confessions of a Ci-Devant. It is a part of the guest blog series, “Across/Beyond
Genres with The Tudors: Guest Posts by Novelists, Historians, Cultural
Observers, Poets, Memoirists, Artists, and Bloggers.”
Same-sex
attraction was a dangerous affair in the early modern period. Within
Anne Boleyn’s lifetime, her husband introduced legislation that made
buggery an offence punishable by death and even monarchs suspected
(correctly) of having male lovers themselves, like James I (he of the
Great Bible fame), felt moved to condemn it in the strongest possible
terms. Given the secrecy that surrounded it by virtue of necessity,
speculating who among the famous long-dead was gay, bisexual, bicurious
or whatever post-nineteenth century label you want to give it, is a rich
imaginative field for modern-day history enthusiasts. Ever since the
publication of Professor Retha Warnicke’s academic work in the 1980s,
where she hypothesized that Anne Boleyn’s brother George had been
sexually or romantically involved with the palace musician Mark Smeaton,
the idea that George Boleyn, viscount Rochford, was what we would now
recognize as gay or bisexual has never really gone away and in modern
dramatizations of his family’s story, he is almost invariably presented
that way.
We
know relatively little about George Boleyn’s life, but just enough to
flesh out the few bare narrative details. Born sometime around 1504 to
Sir Thomas Boleyn, an English diplomat with a strong claim to be
heir-apparent to the Irish earl of Ormonde, and his aristocratic wife,
Lady Elizabeth Boleyn (née Howard), George Boleyn joined his father at
court at an early age and there is an unsubstantiated story that he was
briefly a student at the University of Oxford. He was said to be
uncommonly handsome, with a talent for languages, poetry and music, but
he also had a pride that bordered on the arrogant. He followed his
father into a career in diplomacy and he married the well-connected Jane
Parker, Lord Morley’s daughter, in the early-to-middle part of the
1520s. He was known to be particularly enthusiastic about the emergence
of Protestantism; he enjoyed debating theology and philosophy and from
what we can tell, he was far more religiously radical than Anne or the
king. During his sister’s time as queen consort, he was given de facto
use of the sumptuous Beaulieu Palace in Essex, where he lived splendidly
before being arrested on a charge of committing incest with the queen
and subsequently being executed on May 17th 1536, in his early thirties.
It
was George Boleyn’s love of music and the arts that first led to the
suggestion that he may have preferred the sexual company of men. A
satirical book mocking the institution of marriage, inscribed in
George’s own hand, was allegedly given as a gift to Mark Smeaton,
prompting Professor Retha Warnicke to speculate that such a gift was a
sign of intimacy between the two. Many criticized this conclusion, often
by citing a biographical sketch left of George by one of his
contemporaries, the thoroughly-unimpressed George Cavendish, a loyal
servant of Cardinal Wolsey, who had (at least in Cavendish’s view) lost
power thanks to the machinations of George Boleyn’s family. Cavendish
described Boleyn as a compulsive bed-hopper, with little discrimination
about what kind of woman he went to bed with, which has led to some
writers swinging to the opposite extreme to paint George Boleyn as not
only heterosexual but also an habitual rapist as well. Which, as ideas
go, seems to be built on even less evidence than the theory that he was
gay.
Whether
or not George Boleyn was actually gay or bisexual, to use words that
did not exist in the sixteenth century, is unfortunately unknowable.
There does seem to be enough evidence of his interest in women to rule
out the idea that he was definitively homosexual; his bisexuality,
however, cannot be dismissed with equal certainty and while it would be
unwise for an historian to make pronouncements about it based on how
little evidence we have, it is perhaps understandable that a dramatist,
who must take a decision about their character’s psychology, would chose
to dramatize George Boleyn as someone who was romantically or sexually
interested in both genders at different stages of his life. Two royal
lives, those of Edward II and Marie-Antoinette, stand out as two that
were bedeviled to the point of death by homophobia. In Edward’s case,
probably accurately, and in the case of Marie-Antoinette and her poor
murdered confidante, the Princesse de Lamballe, almost certainly not. In
contrast, if George Boleyn did sleep with men, and/or fall in love with
them, it seems to have had precious little subsequent bearing on his
life. This was a man, after all, who perished for allegedly having sex
with a woman. George Boleyn, the person, therefore tells us very little
(if anything) about the realities of homosexual or same-sex love in the
early modern period, but George Boleyn, the ghost, the symbol, can tell
us an awful lot about our own society’s evolving, if often unsettling,
attitudes towards homoeroticism.
In
the successful television show “The Tudors,” George Boleyn was played
by the Irish actor Pádraic Delaney. In season one, the wild-living
George is shown enjoying a threesome with two palace servants (both
women), but in season two, he is miserably married to a sour-faced Jane
Parker (Joanne King) while pursuing a passionate love affair with Mark
Smeaton, played by the Canadian actor, David Alpay. On his wedding night
to Parker, things get off to a rocky start when she notices a
provocative painting on her husband’s wall showing the kidnap of
Ganymede, the beautiful mortal male abducted, raped and seduced in Greek
mythology by Zeus, king of the gods. As Jane’s revulsion at her
husband’s less-than-subtle advertisement of his sexuality spirals,
George snaps and sexually assaults her, setting in motion a chain of
events that will see Jane betray him in the crisis that took his life in
1536. At best, this portrayal of Boleyn’s romantic life could be
described as confused and a meager defense can be mounted by pointing
out that many people’s sexual identities are often confused and thus
confusing; as Dr Kinsey would no doubt hasten to remind us, sexuality is
an enormously complicated spectrum of desires, both fulfilled and
repressed, and that there is therefore no reason to suppose that like
billions of men and women throughout history, George Boleyn, as imagined
in “The Tudors,” had a complex series of romantic and sexual feelings.
He could have despised his wife, while enjoying the sexual company of
other women and falling in love with a man. Michael Hirst and Pádraic
Delaney’s presentation of George could tentatively be seen as fluid and
devoid of an agenda, beyond spicing up the dramatic narrative of a
supporting character. Boleyn fans perhaps fairly queried the need to
show George’s graphic and demeaning assault on his bride in such
excruciating detail; it implicitly suggested that there was some kind of
link between sexual repression and sexual violence. However, by and
large, it is difficult to look at “The Tudors” and see that it is guilty
of anything more sinful than trying to balance the competing historical
theories about the modus operandi of George Boleyn’s nether regions.
A
far more insidious view of Boleyn’s sexuality comes in the 2001
bestseller “The Other Boleyn Girl” by Philippa Gregory. In both the 2003
BBC television adaptation and 2008 movie version of the novel, nothing
is made of the subplot in the book which sees George Boleyn becoming
romantically involved with Francis Weston, a handsome and athletic
courtier who, in historical fact, was also one of the men executed in
1536 for allegedly committing adultery with Queen Anne. (Part of
Professor Warnicke’s theory was that sixteenth-century ignorance of the
psychological realities of homosexuality led to people incorrectly
assuming that someone like Boleyn, Weston or Smeaton, who was capable of
going to bed with their own gender was automatically capable of a
plethora of other sexual vices, such as adultery with the queen or
incest with a sibling. Thus, the six people sent to the block by Henry
VIII in May 1536 perished due to ignorance, superstition and
pornographic paranoia.) Philippa Gregory builds on this in her novel to
suggest that most of the men who died as Anne Boleyn’s accused lovers
were gay and the portrait she paints of them is not a pleasant one.
After its publication and its commercial success, so much was made of
the novel’s demonization of a remorselessly unlovely Anne and of
concerns that by presenting Anne as a promiscuous sociopath against her
doe-eyed, ambition-fearing, love-obsessed sister Mary, Gregory had
effectively produced a novel that was about as feminist as a swimsuit
pageant, that its portrayal of its male characters’ sexuality has gone
almost unnoticed. Perhaps this is also because that aspect of the
storyline did not make it in to either screen adaptation of “The Other
Boleyn Girl” and thus garnered less attention.
In
the first place, Gregory effectively has George Boleyn choosing to be
gay. At one point, his sister Mary relates that George has had enough
sexual experience in the course of his short life to be intimately
familiar with the techniques of ‘French whores, Spanish madams, and
English sluts,’ but in the spring of 1525 George reveals that he has
fallen in love with Francis Weston, through a conscious decision to
distance himself from the schemes and wiles of his female relatives –
‘It’s no wonder I am sick of it. The life I live makes me weary to the
soul of the vanity of women.’ (Women seem to be at fault for most of the
heartbreak in “The Other Boleyn Girl.”) How George Boleyn could
possibly have looked upon men and been in any way inspired to see them
as the nobler sex is baffling, since in “The Other Boleyn Girl,” the
leading male characters emerge almost without exception as craven,
sociopaths, rapists, spoiled children, moronically stupid or glorified
pimps. But perhaps an even bigger psychological question mark is raised
by the fact that George seems to have made the decision to embark upon a
love affair with a member of his own gender simply because the women he
has been exposed to are so exhausting, unlikable and uninspiring. This
raises the ugly specter of the corollary of that idea: that had George
Boleyn been able to spend time with more “natural” women, he would
therefore have chosen a more natural sexual path and thus “The Other
Boleyn Girl” stumbles right in to one of the most fraught areas of the
modern civil rights debate – the allegation, at once both ludicrous and
harmful, that homosexuals choose to be gay and are therefore abdicating
the right to expect certain civil rights as a result of that choice.
Secondly,
Gregory does not seem at all interested in presenting her gay
characters in any way other than the most reductive of stereotypes.
Henry Norris, one of Henry VIII’s closest companions before 1536, is in
conversation with the queen and her family before he ‘minced back to
Madge’. As mentioned, the idea that Henry Norris was intimate with his
own gender is part of the historical thesis that Gregory allegedly used
to inspire her storyline, but there are also ample descriptions of
Norris from the books cited in the author’s bibliography that reference
not just his charm and kindness, but also his intelligence and his
sporting prowess. There is obviously absolutely nothing wrong with
someone who minces or who is as naturally camp as New Orleans during
Mardi Gras, but to shorthand it for the audience that Henry Norris is
supposed to be gay by having him flamboyantly sashay across Anne
Boleyn’s apartments suggests that every other trait can be swept away by
the word “gay” and the stereotypical behavior that comes with it. In
this world, we do not have to imagine the complexities of sexual
identity, because often there are none.
But
perhaps the most unsavory aspect of how “The Other Boleyn Girl”
presents George Boleyn’s sex life is the way in which somehow everything
about it is thoroughly sordid. George regularly invades his sisters’
rooms while they are in the bath or getting changed, his conversation
with them is usually crude to the point of graphic, he apparently has no
concept of boundaries, even when he hugs the girls there is something
quasi-erotic about it, he jokes about sexually desiring Anne and at one
point he French-kisses her in front of a horrified but transfixed Mary.
Later in the novel, his wife remarks, ‘But of course, you don’t
really like to kiss women at all unless they are your sisters.’ In this
light, George’s infatuation with Francis Weston is nothing more than
part of a series of sexual aberrations from the novel’s most sexually
aberrant character (a tough race to win.) There is something
unrelentingly unnatural about George Boleyn’s homosexuality and the
reader is left with the inescapable conclusion that this is someone
whose sexuality is so flexible, so fluid and so easily reduced to the
lowest form of sexual infatuation that he could indeed willingly commit
incest with his sister. (Later, Mary Boleyn recalls hearing George cry
out in guilt, but the guilt seems shoehorned in to appease the reader,
or the narrator, since there is absolutely no indication given his
behavior with Anne over the previous five hundred pages that George
would feel any form of guilt at toying with her. Indeed at one point,
the novel describes an equally-unhinged Anne ‘giggling’ like a
schoolgirl at jokes about her brother’s rampant perversity.) And thus
the theory put forward by Professor Warnicke, that George Boleyn was
harried to his death because of gross societal ignorance about
homosexuality, is suddenly turned on his head. The paranoia becomes
understandable, the prejudice and the bigotry are not so much
contextualized as justified; every allegation that brought George Boleyn
to his untimely death in 1536 is made understandable and even, when
viewed in the context of the novel, utterly reasonable.
The
story of history, I have often thought, is really two stories – what it
tells us about the past and what it tells us about ourselves. It is
fundamentally the study of human nature. Marina Warner’s musings on
Western veneration of the Virgin Mary, seeing it as something like the
Lady of Shalott’s mirror, reflecting undulating shadows of the society
gazing into it, strikes me as true of so much of history, particularly
when it comes to gender and sexuality. Susan Bordo’s book “The Creation
of Anne Boleyn” looks at how the spectral ghost of Anne Boleyn
illuminates so much more than simply the story of a sixteenth-century
queen; it tells us a great deal about the twenty first century’s
attitudes to femininity, feminism and gender. It is tempting to look
through that lens at George Boleyn and wonder what presentations of him
tell us about our attitudes to homosexuality or bisexuality. When
discussing a modern figure like, say, openly gay characters in “Glee” or
“The New Normal,” an author might hesitate to portray them in a way
that pandered to negative stereotypes; there is an expectation that, in
2013, people do not behave that way and therefore cannot or should not
be dramatized like that. And yet, when it comes to historical
personages, our old prejudices do not quite seem to be as completely
banished as the glorious, brightly-colored world of “Glee” suggests. In
the world of historical dramatizations, stereotypes all too often
resurrect themselves, masked thinly and disingenuously by claims that
it’s in the name of context. When historians posit the theory that
George Boleyn was gay (which, as I have suggested, is an idea I find
unconvincing historically), a particularly interesting word used on
Tudor chat rooms and websites to refute it is the declaration that they
want to “defend” George Boleyn against the “accusation” that he was
homosexual. The idea that to be gay is still an insult, rather than
simply an inaccurate adjective in Boleyn’s case, has not gone away.
Equally, in drama and literature, the very worst of the old stereotypes –
mincing, vicious, self-absorbed queens, sexual ambiguities, rampant
promiscuity, gay as a dominant character trait, debilitatingly confused
bisexuals and the permeable boundaries between homosexuality and other
kinds of sexual perversity, be they rape or incest – flow unchecked and
uncensored. Maybe someday a brilliant novelist will come along and write
the story of George Boleyn or Francis Weston or Mark Smeaton as people
who maybe did fall in love with their own gender, but who also actively
pursued and promoted the Protestant Reformation, who discussed politics,
who played sport, wrote music and dabbled in international diplomacy.
Maybe, at some point, it will cease to be all about their sexuality and,
when we begin to see that happening in popular culture presentations of
them, we will begin to know that at long last we will have stopped
reducing our own cultural expectations as well.
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